They wandered north through the swamp, over the river channel that coursed lazily through the middle, and eventually to the sea shore.
On the beach they found an number of washed up items: it was clear that people rarely checked the place for the flotsam of wrecks. They found yet another amulet of healing, and two scrolls of powerful magic identified as scrolls of resurrection by Quentin. Despite this powerful magic, pieces of metal hull were scattered on the beach. As they wandered more of the swamp, they found a sheltered pool, with some discarded items in it, including another spellbook, which Margreet nabbed before Quentin could gorge himself on yet more magic.
They continued on this north-easterly path and, after looting two abandoned huts, gradually the ground dried and the sun became more visible.
They were attacked by 5 Savant troopers, a gunner and 5 Tanto wasps, vicious creatures with powerful, blinding stings. Backed against a cliff face they managed to fight them off, freezing and blinding the creatures so that they faced a few at a time. They managed to save a few wings, because, again, Antone used them in his armoury.
They climbed the steep slope which was the way onwards, towards two huts. Inside one they found a broken android, hissing and fizzing. It didn't threaten them at all, so Quentin started talking to it.
"Master," it started, "RFS-81 is damaged. RFS-81 requires... repair."
Further conversation proved impossible, but RFS-81 did reveal that a substance called NAS-81 was required as part of the repair process.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
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